White Horses

A wild sea poem

White horses crashing!
Against the beaten sand
Bubbling and frothing
As they canter to the land.

Plunging and rolling
Making their way in
Thundering and booming
The resonating din.

Sending up their spray
In a foamy fling of manes
Flaring their nostrils
Upon meeting shore again

Fleeting are their hooves
Upon the grain and stones
Washing over everything
Rattling the bones

Wild are their eyes
Meeting their destiny
Spent and exhausted
Escaping from the sea.

Impossible the urge
Returning to the abyss
Meeting the depths again
With a watery kiss.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of description. Made me believe and see every word written. I liked these words. Thank you Amber for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Sarah K Cass]

Very much appreciated, Coyote. Thank you x

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Amber.

[Beccy]

This is excellent. The flow and the pace of each verse perfectly captures the essence of those foaming white horses.

Love the word choice here, really evokes the image of the wildness of the waves crashing to the shore.

Beccy.

[Sarah K Cass]

Thank you very much, Beccy. Inspired by a lunchtime visit to my local beach. Thanks for dropping by.

[Chris]

This leaves echoes behind my eyes...

[Sarah K Cass]

That's an interesting comment. Whst does that mean?

[Chris]

I can hear the hooves drumming and the breaths being forced... good imagery Amber.

[Sarah K Cass]

Ah, ok. That's great. Thank you for the feedback. It's appreciated.

[Chris Shaw]

Great imagery rhyme, meter and cadence. We'll done Amber. An accomplished write.

Chris

[Sarah K Cass]

Thank you, Chris. A lunch time write watching the sea.

[Relic]

Are you aware that this is the second poem I've read by you that sounds dirty? haha

I like your rhyming flow. You're very good, Amber. :)

[Sarah K Cass]

Pink Petals WAS dirty. Lol. White Horses is about the sea and watching the crashing waves during my lunch break. But, if you're reading dirty, I don't mind. Thank you for your comments.

[Relic]

Oh no, I wasn't trying to, I knew exactly what it was about and it's good too, but....maybe I got infected from petals or something. :)

[Sarah K Cass]

I sincerely hope you're not infected from 'petals'!!

[Relic]

No, just dirty poems about them. :)

[Sarah K Cass]

Have a few of them up my naughty sleeve!

[Relic]

Uh Ho, I'm in trouble now.

[Relic]

Pretty new picture. ;)

[Sarah K Cass]

Thank you.